A New Astrology (For Ajna)

She believed every day, That there was a side of the universe that we couldn't see. She would trace it out in ornate patterns on the ceiling above my bed, And I would point out constellations – Familiar like long-remembered friends. She would redesign the stars. A new astrology. Turning a picture of a world I did not remember over and over in her hands, As if each new glance would bring a symbol to the surface, And these would be her memories